Au Revoir chooses you (Ending #6: To Love the Woman Behind the Muscle)

With Au Revoir's hand inching ever, unwillingly closer toward the pistol, you kept your voice as calm and even as you could, then explained the situation: right now, Madison was still alive somewhere. With Vaarvel's cunning, she might be hidden somewhere impossible to find, but CEDIT had ways of extracting information. As long as Vaarvel remained alive, you could still rescue Madison, who would then clear your names, undoing whatever trap Vaarvel had prepared to ensnare the two of you.

Your message wasn't kept secret from your captor in the slightest, who listened and watched with a cool smirk. "Really, Ciao? I'm the only person in this room who isn't about to die. I applaud you for being such an overachiever, but if you have a way to kill me--" she retorted, keeping her amber-colored eyes locked upon yours.

Here, you interrupted, reaching into your pocket to grab the vial of sleeping powder. This stuff was so potent, breathing in even a small dose would knock a person out quickly. Even simple skin exposure was said to do the trick. Vaarvel's instructions to you and Au Revoir forbid the two of you from doing anything that would hurt her, so long as she faced you from across the table. There was no innate harm, however, in reaching out your fist and ramming the fragile vial into the forehead of her silver mask. You saw her eyes open wide in surprise and her grin invert as tiny, white fragments of glass dust and powder trickled from your closed fist. Although you'd pulled up your jacket to cover your mouth, you could already feel yourself fading, just from the small exposure upon your hand's flesh.

"You crafty bastard... Nathaniel..." Vaarvel muttered, staggering with both hands down upon her desk and her shoulders lurching. You'd never seen her so furious; her fingers, clenched upon the oak, were trembling as she struggled to keep upright. No more coherent words came from her mouth. Her grimace widened and her eyes twitched, before finally, her arms gave out and her head smacked down upon the desk.

You weren't faring much better, but you at least had the foresight to cross one arm beneath your head as it fell. As well as you could, you kept your face angled toward Au Revoir. You hoped that she'd take your words to heart: as long as Vaarvel was a living captive, you still had a chance to find Madison and clear your names. With this, no one had to die. You could get to the bottom of Vaarvel's betrayal, understand her motives, and Au Revoir could finally be a free woman.

The only danger that remained was that Au Revoir would not see reason. You'd tried to make clear to her that everything rode upon her tabling her need for vengeance and bringing Vaarvel in alive. You weren't sure what kind of incriminating evidence the real Adder Adjutant had come up with to hold against you and Au Revoir, but you were certain that Goodbye would see your side of things, especially if you could produce everyone unharmed with zero casualties. Au Revoir probably couldn't be put straight back into field work until the science team cleared her of the effects of Bound Blood 100, but things ought to work out.

Before you could see the outcome, you fell into a deep, powder-induced sleep... Leaving things in Au Revoir's hands was a bit dicey, but all you could do was hope she had as much faith in you as you did in her.

Goodbye had never explained to you in depth how it would feel to fall victim to the sleeping powder. The early effects were almost like fainting in slow motion. Coming out of it was worse; you felt your senses returning so slowly that for a while, you were blind, deaf, and numb to all feeling. As you slowly regained consciousness, you had the sense that someone was lugging your body around, but your brain lacked the capacity to put together who or why. You heard the sounds of gunfire and finally, as the numbness left your body, you got the distinct impression that someone was knocking your body into things. You woke up feeling sore.

More importantly, you woke up aboard a Gambit. Your first thought was that this might be Au Revoir's stolen Gambit, but then you recalled that the ship had been destroyed. You resolved that CEDIT must have arranged a transfer back to Washington for you...

Only, that didn't seem right either. Across from you, Vaarvel was wrapped up like a mummy and buckled in, with no ability to move her body, see, or speak. Au Revoir had clearly taken every precaution in subduing her, given the danger of her speech and her little-known abilities of contortion. You fought off the ridiculous urge to free the captive Adder Adjutant-- she was your long-time ally, after all-- then moved to the cockpit on wobbly legs to see who CEDIT had sent for you. You ought to have seen the answer coming: this wasn't CEDIT's effort at recovery.

Au Revoir was alone in the cockpit, still wearing that tight-fitting, full-body super-soldier suit that Vaarvel had undoubtedly acquired for her, albeit without the gloves and hood. At some point, she'd fixed up her hair so that it fell neatly behind her, although still out of its usual ponytail. Her blue eyes were refreshingly chipper as a wide grin spread across her face. "Ciao! You are awake and Au Revoir is pleased to see you alive! I was beginning to wonder if you'd mixed up your sleeping powder and killing powder," your fellow agent joked.

Bleary-eyed, you took the seat next to her weakly and asked what happened once you were knocked out.

The woman smiled sympathetically while effortlessly manipulating the controls in front of her; it was odd to think that the muscle of the Goodbye Girls was also so frequently the driver/pilot for them. "I did just what you instructed me to, Ciao! I let Vaarvel live. However, at the same time, I decided it is probably the right time for you and I to cut ties with our old employer," she explained; you recognized that this ship must be stolen as well. When you started to tell her what a terrible idea that was, she raised one hand for silence. "I may have been under someone else's control, but I did legitimately wish to destroy the new research CEDIT was conducting, related to their own genetic experiments. I believe that research may have troubled Vaarvel too, more than she let on to either of us."

You nodded; from what little you could tell, CEDIT's research on the topic was suspiciously extensive and, unless Madison was her main target, Vaarvel's visit to London seemed to have been intended to wipe out all development on the project.

"I'm not going to apologize to them for what I did, nor will I cease in my objective to free the world from such technologies," Au Revoir explained. When you frowned in disbelief at her brazen plan, she grinned and chuckled. "Do not be so cross, Ciao! Or should I say Nathaniel? Now Vaarvel isn't the only one who knows it! Hm hm hm! As for me, please continue to use Au Revoir. That is the name I like best!"

You pointed out that she hadn't yet explained how she planned to get any kind of info or cooperation from Vaarvel. The two of you no longer had access to CEDIT's technology, meaning there was no antidote for either of you coming in the foreseeable future. The moment Vaarvel could speak, the two of you would be under her power again. What kind of plan did she have for circumventing the control drug?

"Well, I'm not really the planning type! That is why I have you, Ciao! You are the one who will have to figure that part out," Au Revoir responded again with a cheeky, carefree grin. It really was just like her, to abandon CEDIT, steal a Gambit, tie up the world's most wanted mastermind, and then count on you to handle the fallout of her actions. "But I have decided that you are good, Ciao. Wherever you go, Au Revoir will follow, and when you knock yourself out with your silly sleeping powders, Au Revoir will be there to carry you out of the hostile zone on her shoulders!"

Despite the ridiculousness of the sentiment, you had to admit, it carried a certain comfort. You and Au Revoir had gotten out of a seemingly impossible situation together relatively unscathed. Perhaps the two of you were the perfect team?

As you played with that thought and what it meant for your future, Au Revoir lowered her eyebrows slightly and tightened her smile. "You know, friend, that is not the only reason I wanted to bring you along with me. I need more from you than your brain..." Here, she set the plane into auto-pilot with a few quick button presses, then began to rub her large hands together. "I have needs that I could not satisfy on the run by myself. You have proven very capable in terms of satisfying those needs! You know what I mean, right?" she questioned, sounding giddy.

You told Au Revoir that you appreciated her vote of confidence, but you were still recovering from the sleeping powder. You weren't sure you could stand up, let alone satisfy her sexually.

"He he, and this is why you will be happy to have me around! We are a team, you and I! I will wake you up in a jiffy, little buddy." With the auto-pilot set to god-knows-where, Au Revoir stood up from the pilot's seat; the mountain of a woman cast a shadow over you and stood with one hand upon her hip and the other pinched upon the zipper tag at her collarbone. With eager quickness, she plunged the zipper all the way from her neckline down to her pelvis, revealing what you already suspected due to the tightness of the suit: she was completely nude underneath. The blackness of her clothing parted to reveal a flash of pink flesh, running in a tall triangle from beneath her chin, past her impressive bosom and ridiculously sculpted abs, down to her brightly blonde pubic hair.

As she shrugged her arms free of the suit, letting her giant breasts spill out as the suit pooled around her waist, you felt your manhood springing back to life in spite of the lingering effects of the sleeping powder.

Au Revoir kept her eyes locked upon your groin while grinning excitedly, then crossed both hands behind her head and swayed her boobs back and forth enticingly, close to your face. "Oooh! I guess you could say that Au Revoir's body is beating out the tranquilizer those CEDIT eggheads developed, hmmm? I think it still needs a little help, though," the blonde cooed, placing one hand upon the back of your chair. "There's not really space for me beneath the console and upon your lap, is there? I do have that one downside! Let's try it this way~"

You felt your heart beat quicker as your partner pushed her breasts against the nape of your neck, then slowly snaked her powerful hands down your chest, then your abdomen, until finally, she reached your groin. Before you could help her out by freeing your manhood from the tent at the front of your trousers, she reached into your pants, past the band of your boxers, then began to massage it with her palm and fingers. Typically, having the muscle-woman's hands anywhere near your dick would be cause for alarm, but as it stood, it felt fine-- euphoric and sweet, even. You weren't sure if you could attribute the sense of calm to the lingering numbness or to the unusual gentleness with which Au Revoir was nursing you.

"Aaah, that's good. I've been saying 'Little Ciao' all this time, but you're actually a big man, are you not? To survive and join me like this, you are a big, big man. Show Au Revoir how big you are," the big lady whispered into your ear, closing her fingers harder around your dick and tugging it, causing you to becoming longer, solid, and more erect with each stroke. To be fair, you had a lot of room to grow, given how badly that sleeping powder had done you, but you were certainly getting there. Of course, someone ought to be watching the controls at this point, but something about the thrill of maybe crashing a stolen government stealth jet into a mountain was just making you more aroused. "Oh! I thought of something that would make this even better! Let's relocate to somewhere a little more romantic."

Vaarvel blinked her eyes in confusion as a blindfold made of some international flag was pulled from her eyes. She could hardly be blamed for thinking she was having a dream; before her, the naked bodies of her fellow agent and her handler were standing side by side. The former was breathing deeply and excitedly, her huge bosom swelling while the flag dangled at her hip; the latter, you, looked a bit awkward, with your dick exposed to the open air and twitching with anticipation. The South African agent spoke something smarmy beneath her gag and rolled her eyes.

"He he he... I may not have gotten my vengeance against you the way I'd have liked to, but I think this might be a pretty good substitute!" Au Revoir laughed, dropping the flag and then clapping her big hands together. "Go on, Nathaniel! Lay down!"

You were a little concerned about how your negotiating position was going to look after doing something like this; it did not seem like it was going to empower you in Vaarvel's eyes. Still, you went with it, obeying Au Revoir's instructions and putting yourself on your back on the floor of the ship's passenger area. Your eyes widened as Au Revoir reached down and grabbed each of your legs, then pulled them into the air in a bizarre, doubled-over position. It was hard for you to think that this was a sign of Au Revoir's affection or respect for you as a man; in effect, she was sort of exposing your balls and ass to the two of them and hoisting your legs up over your head. It felt like you were the one being humiliated rather than Vaarvel.

Still, you were plenty hard. You guess you had to be a little masochistic to be this attracted to Au Revoir, after all.

Giggling, but with no further foreplay, Au Revoir kept her hands clenched around your ankles and pulled your feet atop her shoulders, then lowered her own hips down towards your dick. She rubbed your hard shaft a few times with wet undercarriage, then briefly maneuvered one hand down to grip your dick and angle it properly so that she could stick it inside. Your penis disappeared easily inside her, then she began to move, pounding her huge, heavy body up and down against your folded-over self in the fabled amazon position, using you like a human sex toy.

You were pretty happy for the numbness in your back and shoulders right now, because this could theoretically hurt a lot if you were feeling her weight against you. Instead, most of the feeling was in your dick, and that part felt pretty damn good, sliding rapidly back and forth inside Au Revoir's experienced pussy. Her wetness down below splashed against your belly as she humped and you let her do as she pleased. The barbarian's blue eyes shined down at you and her grin gleamed, as her blonde hair whipped around her and her statuesque, bare body moved rippled with muscle and motion. There was a time where this sort of sight would have terrified you, and perhaps it was still a little frightening, but you'd grown to crave that mad look in her eyes. Your enthusiasm just made her try harder, slapping her hips down against yours harder and harder. Even Vaarvel looked pretty surprised at the punishment/pleasure you were managing to endure.

Finally releasing your legs, Au Revoir allowed your body to move down flat, although her hips continued to pump up and down against yours. The aroused tips of her breasts pushed down against your chest as her lips found yours and sloppily kissed down; her tongue groped around for yours as the noise of sex filled the pressurized cabin. Her body was slick with sweat, painfully large and weighty, but its smothering you felt familiar and terrific. You returned her advances and wrapped your hands at her broad back.

Finally, she drew her face back, while pressing her hands down against the metal floor and grinning with her tongue out. "Inside, Ciao! All inside!" she ordered you, before squinting her eyes and locking lips once again.

You moaned around the embrace of her mouth as you obeyed helplessly, firing off your load inside your captor uninhibited by any worries like "will she get pregnant?" or "should I be doing this in front of the world's most dangerous terrorist, in a plane relying entirely on unwatched auto-pilot?" You shot out more cum than you thought possible; perhaps some inhibiting biological factor for your own safety was turned off by the sleeping drug you'd hit yourself with earlier, but the amount of semen was frankly shocking. It could also be that your previous sexual experiences didn't compare to being used this way. For her part, Au Revoir shouted with ecstasy, her blond hair falling around you as she cradled your head with her beefy arms and pressed her cheek to yours.

"My friend... My savior... And a damned good lover besides," she complimented you, giving you a kiss on the forehead that seemed embarrassingly cute and chaste compared to what just happened. Finally, she gave your battered body a break, rolling over on one side and resting her head under one arm. "It was worth it, right? Who needs CEDIT or some handler paycheck when you've got sex like this? That's how I feel about it too~"

You hadn't actually given her opinion, but you had to admit: you felt the same way. Living life with Au Revoir would be flying by the seat of your pants and it might be doomed for disaster, but you somehow felt that as long as you had the strongest woman in the world on your side, you'd get through it.

... For now, though, you should really go make sure the plane was still flying itself okay. A handler's work is never done...